ma’habocath has learned that innocently requesting an explanation is the sure-firest way to short-circuit another’s bunk and drivel. Nothing else this one has tried (from defending his position to name-calling) comes close to how effective the merest breath of “Why?” is at knocking down another’s entire house of cards. It’s really quite funny to watch them fumble and flop, desperately and angrily trying to re-stack their cards when every whispered “Why?” tornado-blows their bull right back all over the floor! Give ’em a little rope and they’ll hang themselves.
Everyone on the path of health & fitness is familiar with the ocean of half-truths and whole lies surrounding the topics of exercise, nutrition, and so-forth. And worse, anyone on this path will be assailed by well-meaning friends and family and not-so-well-meaning strangers and enemies all too willing to tell you why what you are doing is bad and wrong, whose methods and meanings are obvious in their malicious intent:
People who are sedentary and unhealthy love trying to take us “health nuts” down a notch. I just feel sorry for these people because what they are doing is so transparent.
Anyway, instead of arguing with such people or telling them to muzzle it, try along the lines of this real-life example (again only one, for ma’hab could spend all day finding and posting more from his life and others’):
[when another spotted a giant pile of baby spinach on this one’s plate]
“That’s too much!”
“Isn’t that bad?”
“I-it’s too much!”
“Not for me.”
[walks away in a huff]
No “but you’re wrong you big dumb idiot”, no long-winded corrections/justifications for what you’re doing. (Which in this one’s experience only invites more misconceptions/misconstruations for you to justify/correct, which brings on more, and then more and more until finally you’re striking your head against the nearest wall to stop yourself from striking them in the face!)
All you have to do is gently tap the lamp in their direction, atop their words. If your argument is right and theirs wrong, the merest exposure under the subtle, burning glare of “Why?” will send it and them scurrying like an intrusion of cockroaches. You will know this is happening when they stare, stammer and sputter. No need to rub salt in their wound by gloating; their pride has been ripped to shreds enough you evil one.
But rarely, if they have